Chapter 11 Wish has been changed

Only then did Ah Shen remember, "Oh yes, Miss, my uncle came here before dawn and has been sitting in the main hall in front. Now the master is coming back to the mansion, and he is waiting for you in the dining room."

In fact, it was my young master who asked my uncle to wait, saying that the girl and his wife talked very late before going to sleep, but my uncle didn't say anything, just closed his eyes, and sat quietly in the main hall from dark to dawn.

Wen Qiong was puzzled when she heard the words, and looked at Mo Ya, "What's the rush for you guys to come so early?"

Mo Ya said truthfully, "Young Master woke up in the middle of the night and ordered his subordinates to prepare horses, insisted on coming to Wen Mansion to pick up his wife, and even brought a congratulatory gift for Young Master Wen."

Wen Qiong found it funny when she heard this. Yao Xuanci didn't let her know when he returned home at night, but he would come to pick her up in the early morning light?

She didn't think that she had such a heavy weight in that person's heart.

Wen Qiong raised her lips mockingly, "Then let's go."

In the front yard, Father Wen had already changed into normal clothes and sat at the head of the dining table, talking about today's court affairs.

Yao Xuanci occasionally answered a few words lightly, pinching the porcelain white spoon with his long knuckle fingers, slowly stirring the thick porridge in front of him.

And Wen Boqing was lazily leaning on the chair, casually flipping the folding fan in his hand, obviously not very interested in the topic of the two of them.

Seeing Wen Qiong's appearance, Mother Wen, who had been silent and absent-minded all this time, was a little nervous, and subconsciously glanced at the indifferent young man.

I saw that he opened some stools slightly, and when Wen Qiong sat beside her, he put the almost cold shredded chicken porridge in front of her, and whispered a few words in a low voice, which seemed to be a greeting.

A look of complexity suddenly appeared in Mother Wen's eyes.

Before yesterday, she tacitly agreed that Yao Shizi liked Qiong'er a little bit, but now seeing his careful actions, her overturned cognition began to waver again, and she wondered if there was some misunderstanding in it.

Father Wen was still on official business, so he left after a hasty meal. Many acquaintances heard that the newly promoted Tanhua Lang fell on Wen Boqing's head, so they hurriedly sent people to the mansion to congratulate him.

During the short meal time, the servant came several times in a hurry, Mother Wen urged Wen Boqing to pull him away.

Wen Qiong knew that her mother did it on purpose, so she ignored it, holding the porcelain spoon with her thin fingers, and slowly sipped the porridge.

A small piece of hot and sour pickled cucumber fell into her bowl, and the man beside her said softly, "This red dress is stunning, it suits you very well."

Wen Qiong didn't even raise her head, "It's too eye-catching for a festive look, so I'll only wear it once today."

"That's just right. I like your bright dress, so I will only show it to me in the room in the future."

"..." She could not help but glance at him,

The man looked at her calmly, his eyes were calm and dignified.

She said tactfully, "Wen Mansion is under your feet, and it's still sunny."

Be restrained.

Yao Xuanci ignored it indifferently and said, "Would you like to go to the Xinglin Banquet tomorrow?"

Every three years when the results of the palace examination are released, the emperor will set up an apricot forest banquet in the palace for the new scholars. No matter it is Wen's mansion or Huai'an Hou's mansion, anyone can participate.

Is it a royal banquet in the palace...  

Wen Qiong frowned. The last time she entered the palace, the price was heavy snow outside and icy twelfth lunar month inside.

There is no warm earth dragon, and in order to keep out the cold in winter nights, two or three quilts make her breathless.

During the day, her feet were as cold as a cold stone and she hardly felt it. Her fingers were so stiff and painful from the cold. The neatly written He Li Shu was the result of writing waste countless times, bearing the last trace of her dignity.

But her elder brother is Xinke Tanhualang, so she went to such a glorious happy event in her last life, and she doesn't want to miss it in this life.

Pursing her thin lips, she said, "Naturally."

Yao Xuanci didn't miss her momentary hesitation, the words he was going to say were swallowed back, and there was a ripple in his calm phoenix eyes.

For her brother's happy event, she should have nodded immediately, why hesitated.

He just paused for a moment, then continued naturally, "It's time for the government doctor to return to see you today."

There are many guests at the Xinglin banquet, and there are a lot of delicacies. Although the banquet hall is spacious, pregnant women have a keen sense of smell. These complex smells are mixed together, and it is inevitable to feel nauseated.

Wen Qiong nodded and hummed softly, spit out the tea she rinsed her mouth with, wiped off the stain on her lips with a soft towel, wondering what the doctor's answer would be this time.

But since it was a follow-up visit, she went to Eighth Lane first, so she knew what to expect.

The two accompanied each other to the main hall to look for Wen's mother. Unexpectedly, there were more house guests in the hall than expected. As soon as they entered, they were locked on by several pairs of bright eyes, and Wen Qiong felt a chill down her spine.

Wen Bo Qingmu, who was the center of the topic, had a handsome face, and his peach eyes were full of lovelessness, but Wen's mother was full of spring and smiling, skillfully coping with decent words of congratulations, immersed in joy.

Wen Qiong sat in the hall for almost an hour, smiling until her face became stiff.

On the other hand, Yao Shizi, who was indifferent and noble, dealt with it calmly, rather calmly.

Seeing that Yao Xuanci had no time to take care of her at this time, Wen Qiong glanced sideways at A Yao who was behind her.

After she came forward and leaned forward and whispered something in a low voice, Ayao nodded and left.

Not long after, she also got up silently, but someone grabbed her sleeve, "Where are you going?"

"Go change your clothes." She gently pulled out her sleeves, and said calmly, "It's too gorgeous, I feel uncomfortable wearing it."

Then he walked away.

Wen Qiong changed into a snow-blue smoky skirt, leaving Nanny Song in the courtyard, and walked out the back door along the small path in the mansion.

Ah Shen had been waiting in the dark alley for a long time in the carriage, and when A Yao helped her up, he drove the horse towards Qiyun Street.

The carriage stopped at the entrance of the Eighth Lane. This time, A Yao knew that Wen Qiong was going to the medical hall to get her pulse, so she followed, "Girl, the maid will accompany you."

Wen Qiong stopped, and smiled slightly, "No need, the doctor thinks I'm enough."

Out of the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of the cloth shop not far away, and thought of the cloth she had ruined in the embroidery basket, and her heart moved.

"I'm not good at being a girl, and I've been trying to make a swaddling bellyband for the past few days. I ruined a lot of fine and soft fabrics, and I can't cut them into shape, and I can't sew them into shape."

Wen Qiong took out a purse from her sleeve and handed it to A Yao, "Go and pick some cloth that is easy to cut, and I can practice my hand after buying it."

A Yao was stunned, and couldn't help laughing, "No wonder girls are always getting their hands pricked by needles these days. She was learning how to make clothes for the young prince."

"Your talent is indeed lacking. Nanny Song and I rushed to make the wedding dress. You only embroidered a red hijab that was cut, and you stumbled. I was angry and cried several times."

She laughed too heartily when she mentioned the past, Wen Qiong was a little embarrassed, and gave her a shameful look.

"You girl, you will always expose me, and if you laugh again, I will punish you."

"Not yet."

A Yao tried her best to hide her smile, and trotted towards the cloth shop, Wen Qiong couldn't help laughing seeing her cheerful appearance.

When she saw her wedding day approaching, her wedding dress and hijab were still unfinished.

The pair of concubine sisters from the Sun family came here to her courtyard, saying they were kind to help, but in fact they deliberately made trouble, which made her eyes turn red and she wiped tears.

At that time, she was looking forward to Yao Xuanci riding a fine horse to marry her, but she was also afraid that she would not even have a wedding dress on the wedding day.

Wen Qiong stroked her lower abdomen, sighed softly, turned around and walked towards the medical hall in the alley.

But now her wish has changed, and she only hopes for a safe birth and an early reconciliation.

Wiping away the momentary lament in her heart, and looking up, Wen Qiong realized that she seemed to have gone too far.

In front of him was an empty shop with its plaque removed and the door tightly closed.

Slim Liu frowned, she searched for memories and walked back, back and forth a few times, standing in front of the empty shop with her lips pursed.

The hospital has moved.

The author has something to say:

Change the update time~

Normally updated at 12:00 noon, and later at 15:00 pm, it will be updated temporarily with the list, if there is no update, there is no need to wait, and it will remain stable in the future - stay on 12.8

This chapter is so embarrassingly written (wiping face)

When made a mistake, changed the plot, and couldn’t control the refinement, and was surrounded by the cute little one who arrived early